Well, here we are. OK, forget we, stay away from me. No more we, ever, or until some doctor I’ve never met says it is cool. Here’s some observations about being in self-quarantine I have learned.
If I hear “flattening the curve” one more time, I will have a stroke. Then again, I went to Lowe’s to grab mulch – if I’m stuck at home, might as well grab three things and run out the door. Sanitize, shop, sanitize and shower. In and out. As I’m paying, not touching anything, I feel some dude in my back pocket. OH YOU’RE THE REASON WHY WE HAVE TO REPEAT FLATTENING THE CURVE EVERY THREE SECONDS. THANKS NOW BACK OFF.
I really don’t think it’s that bad. I mean, I can still grab takeout, like the Mexican restaurant down the street. In and out. Calls…”we are closed indefinitely” OH HELLS BELLS I CAN’T GO ON LIVING LIKE THIS! JUDAS PRIEST THERE’S NO MEXICAN FOOD? I AM DONE!
I’m now rating the Facebook shareables. Top: things I don’t like everyone else does. Worst: share teal pictures from your phone. I don’t even know what color teal is.
Liquor = good. Not knowing how to make any drinks other than mixed with coke = not as good.
Still sane here, for now. At least a bit, my son woke up at 2:30 am for no reason and my wife took an early shift. I’ve had 28 ounces of coffee and it’s not 7 am yet. I’m about to quarantine myself from this quarantine.